Razor sharp I cut
The bull from my life
Too blunt your knife
To slay this dreamer
We might be dogs astray
No running line will hold us
So rather kick & kill me
I will be butchered all the same
No words´re spoken
But the world is broken
´Cause I want smth
Smth all wrong done
A life instead of mere living
Folding crumbling withering oh hell
What difference when working the way
The crown of my work
Is what I shall gain
At the end of my days
Daylight awake to a puppet world
No strings attach to this body of mine
Folding crumbling withering oh well
The punished pushed along the line
All my actions, all my moves
A life all mine to lose
The crown of my work
A life all mine to lose
A life all mine
Is what I choose
At the end of my days
Gathering, The Ringtones